Am I Already Dead

He stayed just in his place on the porch as Azzurra grew closer, more of a dead look in his eye rather than a leering one. But she knew him enough to know he was still in the bad set of mind. He still couldn't forgive her, he probably never would. It was why he was leaving.

"I am." He wouldn't notice the way she held herself, the way she wanted to feel proud in everything she had done for herself. He was too daft to notice. Honestly he did have some kind of image of himself. He was not perfect, but everything wrong he had done between him and Azzurra was simply not true to him. He never would admit he had done anything wrong. It was wrong.

As if a switch flicked, his expression drew soft, sincere, and maybe it was. He went to move off the porch towards her, his steps were not careful around her, he was not hesitant. But at least he wasn't under the influence. "I'm sorry Azzie." He'd go to close that space between them, move to be close to her face to face. But he wouldn't push forward more than that, not now at least. For now he'd just look down at her with sad, sober eyes. Because he could actually feel without the alcohol and he was urging for the next time he could drown out his emotions.

"Azzurra & Balthier"